they say i did something bad, so why'd it feel so good?
Mara can appreciate that. She'd had all sorts of nicknames over the years that she hasn't been particularly fond of. "What would you call yourself, if you could choose?" Picking up her shot, she lets the glass sit on hew lower lip for a moment before tilting her head back, downing it easily. Fuck 'em indeed.
Pausing, Mara raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow before fixing the Launceleyn with a challenging stare. "I strike you as the frolicking type?" She asks, leaning forward in a way that presses her breasts against the wood of the bar in a way which was anything but unintentional.
"It absolutely sounds dumb." Mara agrees with a twist of her lips. "So does that mean you're all against dark magic and the ascended too?" Luxere were judgy little cliche shits as far as she was concerned.
Pausing, Mara raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow before fixing the Launceleyn with a challenging stare. "I strike you as the frolicking type?" She asks, leaning forward in a way that presses her breasts against the wood of the bar in a way which was anything but unintentional.
"It absolutely sounds dumb." Mara agrees with a twist of her lips. "So does that mean you're all against dark magic and the ascended too?" Luxere were judgy little cliche shits as far as she was concerned.
MARA
